Saturday, I went to T*sco to do a Big Shop on George, and I was naughty and had fish and chips. I was moving quite well for me, between fifteen and eighteen mph on a fully loaded Galaxy.
The second shout was the classic incoherence, melding fat, fucker, pedal, tax...but the first made me smile. A car slowed down as I waited to turn right, and the driver, who had clearly followed me from the store, grinned and shouted "Fish and chips agrees with you then!"